Gardening to me is not about having a beautiful yard and pretty flowers, though it is a nice side effect. :)
Both of my grandmothers were avid gardeners. My Grandma L grew roses, sweet peas, and red inpatients. To this day, when I pass a rose and smell that sweet fragrance, it takes me back to the cool summers in the Pennsylvania highlands and spending time in the garden with my sweet, sweet Grandma. And when I see inpatients, I can't help but want to go find a green seed packet to pop and make it into a "caterpillar".
My Grandma G grew columbine, grape hyacinth, bleeding hearts, and daffodils. When I see columbine, I remember those spring days on her porch, with the Columbine just outside the windows, and all their glorious color.
Grape Hyacinth remind me of those carefree Sunday afternoons, playing down by the creek at Grandma & Grandpa's with my cousins. She had a big, glorious bed filled with Grape Hyacinth.
My mom was never too much of a gardener. My dad and I did most of the gardening, which wasn't too much. But we did have a vegetable garden, and a big, yummy one at that. My favorite was the tomatoes. There is nothing like a homegrown tomato.
Tomato sandwiches (bread, tomatoes, and mayo), tomato toast, tomatoes and cottage cheese. Yum. All tastes of my childhood. We had asparagus, peppers, zucchini, sugar snap peas, rhubarb, and many other delicious treats.
So to me, gardening is about memories. Remembering old, and creating new. I hope to create wonderful memories of the garden for my children and hopefully someday, my grandchildren.
Britt
Both of my grandmothers were avid gardeners. My Grandma L grew roses, sweet peas, and red inpatients. To this day, when I pass a rose and smell that sweet fragrance, it takes me back to the cool summers in the Pennsylvania highlands and spending time in the garden with my sweet, sweet Grandma. And when I see inpatients, I can't help but want to go find a green seed packet to pop and make it into a "caterpillar".
My Grandma G grew columbine, grape hyacinth, bleeding hearts, and daffodils. When I see columbine, I remember those spring days on her porch, with the Columbine just outside the windows, and all their glorious color.
Grape Hyacinth remind me of those carefree Sunday afternoons, playing down by the creek at Grandma & Grandpa's with my cousins. She had a big, glorious bed filled with Grape Hyacinth.
My mom was never too much of a gardener. My dad and I did most of the gardening, which wasn't too much. But we did have a vegetable garden, and a big, yummy one at that. My favorite was the tomatoes. There is nothing like a homegrown tomato.
Tomato sandwiches (bread, tomatoes, and mayo), tomato toast, tomatoes and cottage cheese. Yum. All tastes of my childhood. We had asparagus, peppers, zucchini, sugar snap peas, rhubarb, and many other delicious treats.
So to me, gardening is about memories. Remembering old, and creating new. I hope to create wonderful memories of the garden for my children and hopefully someday, my grandchildren.
Britt
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love it, britt!
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